Air becomes heavily laden
but won’t let go of rain.
Her back curved
beneath harsh light
with no tenderness
to temper the lessons.
His hands itched
miles away
with no direction
but inward.
They are so lost,
it’s sort of beautiful.
Air becomes heavily laden
but won’t let go of rain.
Her back curved
beneath harsh light
with no tenderness
to temper the lessons.
His hands itched
miles away
with no direction
but inward.
They are so lost,
it’s sort of beautiful.
The Word Rummager 
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